Chapter 372 Lisa: Ava's Camp

LISA

After miles of walking, the sun is pretty high in the sky.

I'm too exhausted to shove back layers to take a peek at my watch, plus I really don't want to know what time it is. If it's too early, I'll know we're still ages from seeing Ava. If it's too late, I'll be even more exhausted knowing how long we've been trudging through the snow.

Better to just keep going as my lungs burn and my whole body aches. I really thought I was ready for this, but I'm not in as good of shape as I'd thought.

Kellan's doubtful stare when I asked to come along is really making sense.

"Don't worry." Mira's friendly voice tells me she's back. Sometimes she roams ahead, helping break trail. "We aren't far now."

Thank. Fucking. God.

Mira points at a thin line of grey against the pale winter sky. "See that smoke? That's their camp."

My shoulders sag with relief as I stare at the back of Kellan's head. His broad shoulders haven't slowed once during our trek, and here I am ready to collapse. "Have I slowed you all down?"

"Not at all." Mira's smile warms her words. "We don't always scout in wolf form, you know."

"Why not?" It hadn't occurred to me that they would do that, but now that she's mentioned it—well, why wouldn't they? "Wouldn't it be easier?"

spray. "Things are different when we're shifted. We don't make a habit of staying in wolf form for too

"Different how?"

take over. Pack bonds grow stronger, but complex reasoning becomes harder. Plus, clothes are a pain

Kellan's back. His steady stride hasn't faltered once

breath comes in harsh pants that crystallize in front of my face. The rising sun does nothing to warm me, though its rays paint the

meat makes my mouth water. The promise of warmth and food urges me forward those last

the snow

into me with the force of a furry semi, knocking me

my face from her assault. "Your breath

grip my arms, hauling me back to my feet. Snow clings to my clothes, but I don't care as I stumble

are you doing all the way out here?" Ava squeezes me back just

cheeks. She looks better than I do

once Vanessa shoves this meal down my

they discuss whatever important wolf business demands their

you

moose. I'm just going to help eat it.

arm through mine, leading me toward

neat bundles, barely sparing us a glance as we enter

I've ever seen camping are small. Not the

bad, but Greg snored

me sit on what appears to be a folded sleeping bag. My muscles protest the movement—I'll definitely

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